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Till sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the wall. He had been discharged along with the others that morning, but he hadn't been able to leave his room to face any of them, especially Kit...and especially Love.
His memory of the night before was hazy, but his conversation with her was firmly at the forefront of his mind.
'What have I done? Why, why, why?'
Till lay down on his side and pulled his knees up to his chest as the familiar and agonising feeling of anxiety clawed through his chest with jagged teeth.
Ever since that day, this feeling has tried to pull him under, back into that tunnel. And every night he heard the screams.
He felt a heavy weight on his chest, a claustrophobic sensation that made him feel as though he were pulling in air through a straw. As though he were the one trapped under the rubble, 'What do I do? I don't know what to do.'
